Another whimper sounded from the pile of bodies beneath me and as the wind blew cold and savage across the battlefield, several white hairs were lifted from the Wolf I lay upon and drifted before my eyes. “Seth,” I gasped, closing my eyes as he whimpered mournfully, the tiniest movement beneath me telling me he was clinging to life even more precariously than I was. The sound of braying cattle and ferocious roars clamoured with more intensity as I blocked out all sight of the battle and forced my mind to focus on healing, the magic snapping into place at last and rushing into my flesh.
